I miss your touch.
A hand placed precariously above my butt when we’re waiting somewhere
Not caring if anyone’s looking as you give me a little squeeze
A casual arm draped acrosss my back, hand on my hip
The way you’d pull me in closer by my waist
My head on your shoulder sitting at restaurants
You once said you never liked it when I sat across from you at a table
Because my beauty was too far away to touch
Cupping my chin when you needed my kisses
Then moving lower to clutch my neck
Long car rides gripping my thigh
Getting closer inbetween
A thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of my neck
And then pulling a handful of my hair
A slap on the ass when I’d make you laugh
Followed by a kiss
There was never a time where I wasn’t smiling if you were touching me. Except for that last hug.